Yuri sets into that spot with a vengeance and it's only the fact that the wall can take some of Otabek's weight that saves him from falling over. He's never experienced his legs go weak from anything other than exhaustion before, but it's like something under Yuri's mouth is connected straight to every other nerve in his body and they all fire sideways when he does that. The noises shade pleading, desperate, and he's pulling Yuri closer by his ass because he can't think enough to do anything else.

"Eight," he says again, because for a second he thinks Yuri has asked the same question again-- they are, in fact, on Eight, after all. But he manages to parse that into the real question a moment later, "Twelve. My room's on twelve."

He doesn't care which of their rooms they end up in at this point. In fact, he might have cleaned up a tiny bit in anticipation that it might have been his.